As all eyes turn to Brazil ahead of next week’s World Cup draw, Gavin McOwan walks the streets, beaches and mountains of Rio de Janeiro – and meets a football legend along the way
I’d spent all day walking in the heat and humidity of Rio, and my first beer didn’t touch the sides. I was about to dispatch my second when a greying, pot-bellied man appeared next to me at the bar. I froze. He no longer looked anything like the powerful Brazilian striker who had torn defences to shreds in the 1970 World Cup, one of the stars of the greatest football team of all time. But there was little doubt who he was.
“Is that Jairzinho?” I mouthed to the barman.